Light across the sky

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It was just after midnight when he showed up at Jen's door. The rain had started as he got close, heavy and hard and washing over his wind-shield in sheets, though the sky had been flashing with sheet lightening, illuminating the dark clouds since he'd gotten into his car. He could understand Jen not wanting to deal with this at work, not wanting

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Things had seemed better after that night. There had been a moment, traitorous, where he'd thought he could deal. But, if anything, it had only made things worse. He was so soft, honest, submissive and effeminate around Mark. And he wanted it, wanted Mark. He wanted those strong arms around him, fingers around his throat, he wanted lips on his skin and Mark pressing him down and fucking him with Jensen dressed up in silk and lace. He wanted the way that Mark called him Jen.

And it scared him. The thought of being like that in front of Jared or Misha or Jim was frightening, but more than that was how much he wanted it. He wanted Mark, wanted to be his Jen, wanted and felt so much that he simply didn't know how to deal with it. And given that his coping skills with things like this were about on par with Dean Winchester's, Jensen fell back on that familiar tactic of not dealing with it.

He ignored him. Ignored his phonecalls, got a small apartment so that Mark couldn't catch him in his trailer after shoots, and in short did everything he possibly could to keep the man from getting him alone.

This, however was cheating. Jensen had come to the door at the sound of banging, and stood there trembling, hands on the doorknob and hesitating. He couldn't do this. He couldn't face him. But, the windows were shaking, and the thunder was loud, and there was something in the way that the man came looking for him. The fact that he still called him Jen.

He opened the door, unable to look at Mark as he let he man inside. Jensen's apartment was rather modest; a simple one bedroom place, nice, but not lavishly well-appointed.

"I... I'll go get you a towel."

Any excuse to escape.